Act III: Insurrection

[Talon Vosra]

@[member="Arla Balor"]

Talon moved as the man was deflected and pushed with the force. For some reason the brute was no longer interested in Talon anymore. Talon decided the real fight was at the citadel and called on the force to speed him toward the city.

However, there just as he entered he saw a Mandalorian woman in Orange armor. She didn't seem to be swarming like the Akala worshipers so he ran closer.

"Su cuy'gar." He fumbled the Mando words. "If you want to live girl, you better come with me."

 

[HK-36]

@[member="Boolon Murr"]

The blade glancing his ribs would not produce a slash as a normal lightsaber would, after all, HK did not use normal lightsabers, he preferred a training lightsaber, with their much more stronger containment field, they produced burns and bruises, stunning the opponent with more of a blunt force rather than cutting through their body. This worked well with droid's current style of incapacitating his opponents rather than killing them, and it gave him a boon during this particular situation. A boon of fighting Boolon. A Boolon boon. Anyhoo, since the saber's blade was glanced into Boolon's ribs he did risked having his air knocked out of a lung through blunt force of the kinetic power transferred.

The risk was low, however, as it was only a glance and the droid began slowing down when he neared the hit instead of passing Boolon as a proper fleche would. The droid instead snapped into an en-garde stance once his blade connected to Ithorian in a glance, his weight causing him momentum to carry him a bit too far than he would like, resulting him in being close enough for Boolon to counterattack.

HK, surprisingly, deactivated his lightsaber as it was parried, this was an ability the weapons had that swords did not, they could have been deactivated to change their position. This also gave him enough room, with his own lightsaber out of the way to react to Boolon's counterattack. HK would let Boolon's blade collide into the palm of his free hand, wrestling the dense gauntlet armor against energy blade. Smell of melting metal and its fumes would fill the air between them and the droid tried to quickly close his hand in order to grab the blade of Boolon's lightsaber with the cortosis-lined underside of his talons. It was also just a question of time before Boolon's lightsaber would melt through the armor on droid's palm and reach a thin layer of cortosis lined between it and the droid's body.

While the droid played a cortosis gambit he reactivated the training lightsaber between his and Boolon's torso.

 

[Tegaea Alcori]

@[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]
For a moment Tegaea paused. Her lip trembled and she looked unsure. Strange thoughts were filling her mind. Thoughts of a time before the war, with Siobhan at her side. Neither of them were perfect by any means, but they’d been happy. But then…she looked down at her gun arm. It was a mess of melded flesh and metal, she had become a weapon!
“Sio…Siobhan…please…help me. It’s…she’s too…str….” She said, her eyes screwed up in pain.

After a second they opened. The doubt was gone, only hatred remained. “You betrayed me. You must die!” Tegaea said, coming at Siobhan with her lightsabre weapon swinging.

Perhaps the point of this indoctrination was not to hurt Siobhan…such a thing would be nearly impossible…but to break her will to resist by making her kill the one she loved.

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

@[member="Tegaea Alcori"]

If that was the goal then it had to be commended for the sheer evil, given the depths of despair such an act would drive Siobhan towards. Hatred bubbled up inside her. Pure, overwhelmning hatred, stronger than any she had felt before...even greater than the rage she had felt for what Kaelin had done to Tegaea. It was much like a volcano about to erupt, the unadulterated rage sufficient to tear buildings apart. But she clamped down on it, forcing it down. She could not let rage guide her now...not when Tegaea's life was at stake.

"Tegs. Please...stay with me!" Siobhan pleaded but then the moment was gone and Tegaea charged, her lightsabre-like weapon swinging. There was a bit of distance to cross, but not much for the machine-like entity that Tegaea had been twisted into by the vile science of the invaders.

What Siobhan would normally have done was obvious. Namely unleash a powerful telekinetic shockwave of battering ramming might to hit an opponent full-sale and send them flying across the battlefield. Followed by tossing them into something hard - or throwing a heavy object on top of them. Perhaps a blast of force lightning, for so often she was closer to the darkness she claimed to fight than she would like to admit.

However, this was Tegaea. Butcher Kerrigan knew no mercy...except against her. But...she would not fail her either...she could not give up on her. Not when she knew that Tegaea was still inside there. So as she came charging at her, Siobhan did not try to dodge, nor did she hit back. Instead she exerted her telekinetic will to stretch out and seize Tegaea's sword arm - or rather the blade into which one of Tegs' arms had morphed into - grabbing it in her powerful telekinetic grip so that it might be roughly yanked back before it could strike her, the grip not loosening so that it would be effectively immobilised.

An invisible hand would seize Tegaea by the legs not, as was Siobhan's usual strategy, pulling her up in order to throw her across the field, but simply keeping her contained, effectively holding her in stasis. This took exertion of will on the part of Siobhan, especially because this went against her entire mind set, which could be summed up as attack, attack, attack until your enemy has been bludgeoned to a bloody pulp.

But...this was different. "Tegs, listen. I'm here...for you. You can beat her. You must. You saved my life, Tegs...more times than I can count. In a way, I guess you saved me every time you smiled at me...every time you made me feel I was more than just a butcher. You made it from nothing to the top, you showed everyone you could do it."

 

[Verz Horak]

REBEL SANCTUARY

@[member="Arla Balor"] @[member="Mandalore the Insurgent"] @[member="Ordo"] @Others

Verz knew the attack would start soon, but he was nearly sick with worry about Arla. She could be anywhere, or even worse, dead. He just needed to know what happened to her before the final battle started. He turned to the Mandalor. "I just have one thing I need to know. Have any of your troops found a Mando woman, wearing orange armor?" Verz pulled up a holoimage of Arla. "It's very important to me that she is found, hopefully safe. She is also a decent fighter, and will be helpful to the cause."

 

[TiCira D'Arr Hawk]

[SIZE=10pt]Rebels[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]Sanctuary[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]Underground HQ [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]Group that will be staying behind to fight [/SIZE]@Jhaega OTHERWISE GO WITH MEL AND MANDALORE AND TAG ACCORDINGLY!


[SIZE=10pt]~~~~~} * { ~~~~~[/SIZE]


@Preliat Mantis @Gilamar Skirata @Kira Liadain @Vulpesen @Strider Garon @TiCira D'Arr Hawk @Mia Monroe @Verz Horak @Ket Van Derveld @Kara Avoyos @Antares Windu @Spencer Jacobs @[member="Racket"] @ordo @Nyos Val @[member="Strider Garon"] @[member="Zius Aurus"]


To say that the sight of her estranged niece, older and with a little bit more weight, might come as a surprise. But with the sudden arrival of various sentients from all manner of governments before the two decade war with Akala, nothing seemed to surprise Ti'Cira much anymore.

[SIZE=10pt]"Well," [/SIZE] she began, the corner of her mouth perking up for once, and she gave a slight incline of her head in greeting, murmuring low enough for Spencer to hear, [SIZE=10pt]"It's no wonder we've kept our sanity for the past twenty years...." [/SIZE] if there was anything the Queen of Eshan has been renowned for, is her mentalist powers. If the very reason they were still living and not crazed beings like the Kursed, it was surely due to her.

But like all things, time was a luxury they did not have, even with the briefest of reaquaintence. Jhaega was now on the move, and there was no time to waste. The area was in an uproar, but those who had been here for the debriefing knew now what they were getting into and what would be expected of them.

A spare moment, for one fleeting second, Ti’Cira’s golden eyes met those of Spencer's. An expression held a thousand words; relief, regret, and acknowledgement.

[SIZE=10pt]"Allya tanan kici un, Ka’Dish Day."[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE]May Allya bless you, until we meet again, she told Spencer in their native tongue.

Not a moment to spare, the elder witch turned to those who had volunteered to fight against the Dragon Commander and his Kursed.

[SIZE=10pt]"This way!" [/SIZE] came her order, turning on the ball of her boots towards a tunnel that would lead them straight towards Jhaega's minions.

[SIZE=10pt]"If we can manage to bury the bulk of Akala's forces... we'll be able to bottleneck them through one of the larger caverns up ahead,”[/SIZE] she relayed. [SIZE=10pt]"Try to thin the Kursed as much as possible and prevent them from coming into contact with Mandalore and Melantha." [/SIZE]

 

[The Pale]

@[member="Asar Anchti"]

Pale's blade bit in to the side armor of Asar, for all it was worth, it wasn't going to be enough to crack the shell with that kind of a strike. More pressing concerns were of the incoming lightsaber blade. It was a smart trick to take the hit and fake out like that. Pale reacted quick as he could to the saber. Throwing up his arm and shoulder at ward the blow and literally save his neck. A twisting motion occurred with the action and he drew up his blade to get between him and Asar.

 

[Kira Talith]

REBEL - With @[member="Melantha"] and @Mandalore the Insurgent
GOING TO FIGHT AGAINST PHOBOS AND KAA --- please tag accordingly!
@Preliat Mantis @Gilamar Skirata @Kira Liadain @Verz Horak @Spencer Jacobs

"Spelunking?" came Kira's voice over @[member="Commander Calico CC-247"] intercom, voice crackling with static. "Did that before. Ended up knee deep in bat guano," she said in a lighthearted joke, but it would be pretty clear she was trying to keep moral up.

"Don't break a leg," she said, still holding the comm to her lips. "I mean, can't dance if you are all hobbling." she said in a quip. That's when a fine tremble could be felt on the ground, and she didn't have to be using the Force for the Theran Force listening to know what was coming.

"Looks like I'm gonna go dance myself, Calico... we're gonna be making a move on the keep. Gonna try to attack General Kaa... looks like he's the one running the offensive against the survivors.." she relayed to the CIS Commander the coordinates, just in case, then adding "Be safe now." she told him one last time, before her time was up. She had to make a choice.

The comm fell from her hand --- nothing but static would be heard from her end of things now.

With dried blood caked on her temple and hair, Kira hurried after the blue Eldorani, about to seemingly come face to face with her worst nightmares.

 

[Arla Ordo]

@[member="Talon Vosra"]

Arla spun around, familiar words welcome to her ears. "Su'cuy gar" She did not know him, but she knew that if he could take her somewhere to be reunited with others in her clan, she'd be eternally greatful. "I"m there, let's go" A breath of relief finally, "I'm Arla, who are you?"

She didn't like wandering around with people she didn't know.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

@[member="HK-36"]

The droid's glancing stab didn't have the slightest risk of knocking the air from Boolon's lungs, thank you very much, and the light burn was gone as quickly as it was made. HK grabbed Boo's sabre, and if there was one lesson that had been drilled into the Ithorian's head in his long, long combat history, it was this-

If the enemy wants something, deny it. Even if you don't know what it is.

So he turned the sabre off, spun it down, and activated it again with a flick of his wrist, shoving HK's sabre off to Boolon's right side. The droid was left with a molten palm -- he'd have to watch out for that -- and with their blades crossed low between them, Boolon closed the left hand down by his side. A Force grip closed around HK, with intent to shove the heavy droid against the nearest wall.

 

[HK-36]

@[member="Boolon Murr"]
Boolon's saber left HK's grasp before he could close his talons on the blade and his hand returned to his side at the ready. Usually he would just slam it into Ithorian to let the molten palm brand him but this time he had the crossed blades between them, wrestling between the sabers as they were crossed low blocking him. It frustrated the droid but he did not had much time to fuss over it.

The droid's eyes caught the movement and something gesture, if they could they would widened, he wanted to stop it but in current position he did not had much choices as to how prevent the Ithorian's Force powers. He did only one thing he could right now with their sabers locked.

Quick sizzling noise was heard as the slightly molten gauntlet palm gripped the handle of the boltgun on his belt and pulled the trigger, aiming at the space between him and Boolon as much as possible.
This should be able to distract the Ithorian, sure enough, and prevent him from taking telekinetic control of the droid, but the biggest downside? They would be both damaged and thrown aside by the shock-wave from burst of bolts of his stubby Mk 1 boltgun.

So unless Boolon would be able to cast one of those fancy Force containment fields to stop the shock-wave on both ends,
HK would be thrown back from the bolts, he would find himself tumbling and clawing at the ground, his chest plate and shin armor guard pieces shattered and dented as he would be pushed to the edge of the roof, trying to claw onto the concrete edge to keep himself from falling, he would sputter a bit, looking down the side of the building onto the streets beneath. His clawed feet would press to the side of the building, bracing himself.

 

[Mother Askani]

REBELS - STREETS

Sochi felt the ground beneath her tremble, it would seem the ground was crumbling underneath their feet, but in truth the confusion was happening a couple of streets away. Then she was brought back into the fray of battle which was raging between the small band of rebels in the streets, and those Kursed who were apart of the massive horde. She brought up her saber to block the electricity that her master was sending towards them. While holding her own, she turned to see that the others were being attacked by another. She began to push back with her lightsaber, it didn't seem to be aimed for Rasu. She tilted her lightsaber to the side, forcing the barrage of lightning to go towards a pillar off to the side. Her breathing was now accelerated, and she was staring down her master and then switching her vision to their other adversary, she held her saber in a jedi ready, preparing for any type of attack they would throw.

@[member="Rasu Gan"] @[member="Drake Blackwood"] @[member="Alen Na'Varro"] @[member="Tallia Farn"] @[member="Marek S'hadar"]

 

[Revenchent]

Defending Rebel Tunnels--Anyong Could Hear The Sounds


Kira's voice crackled through his helmet; it was good to hear her voice. Calico chuckled lightly at her jokes as Galaar took to his feet. He motioned for Canal and this other man--the one from the comms to follow. The coordinates that Kira's sent registered not too far from their position in the tunnels. "Alright, I have an RV. Galaar, have your Imperial rapel down here." He switched channels to the CIS. "Templars, seemed we have an issue we have a target. Transmitting coordinates now; meet our boys there."


The Commander took four steps: then froze as a massive roar echoed off the cavern walls. Something about Akala...that must have been close, and it was rather near wherever the RV point was. "You keep your legs too, Kira, then we can dance together like in the holo-vids." There was a hint of grim resignation behind the joke. Things didn't look well.


Then, Mandalorian attackers poured down the cavern. "Cover, there's a lot boys!" He ordered into the comm as he backed away toward where he had heard activity before. The passage went two ways--it occurred to Calico that this was one of those rebel tunnels. "Fall back down the tunnel...should be friendlies." He added shortly as he took up a position behind a mess of rocks. It seemed the masked cyborg creature was decimating the enemy ranks; that was all well and good.


The tunnel parted down the opposite way from a tiny, narrow crevice. Hints of light poured in from it. Calico chanced a glance over the shoulder, and caught a mass of people--Jedi, regular soldiers, Mandalorians, that must have been where they were launching from. Rather, it was the point these idiots were trying to get to. "I see our friendlies boys--right down there. Hold the di'kuts back here, I'd rather have those people alive, seems they're doing something important."


Another set of coordinates came in. Apparently, a position Kira was going to go assault with the other survivors. Calico relayed that as well. "And this is a very important hard target people. When we have this tunnel cleared, I want some people moving to assist." All these orders were making Calico's head hurt. He fired bolts of blue energy at the attackers, not caring to see if they impacted or not. He just needed them to back off.


"Any volunteers to assist with the defense here?" He added quickly as one of the attacks fell in smoking heap.


I should go help Kira. She might be wounded again. Maybe Galaar can take over the defense...but I can't leave my boys. Not now.


Then, Kira's final bit of speech echoed through his helmet. The words were simple, but they meant a lot in a time like this. At the same time, they seemed eerily...final. Calico didn't like that, he didn't like it at all.


"Get me an explosive solution on the other side of this tunnel. There's likely more; we'll need to get to blocking them off!" The Commander stood up to motion toward the opposite side of the tunnel. at the same time striking a charging Mando in the chest with a lucky shot. The man went down, but the likelihood of him being dead was extremely low.


The line to Kira was overcome with static; either she had shut down the comms, or something had happened. Despite this, Calico spoke. "You be safe too."



@ALLDEMTUNNELPTHUGZ
@[member="Kallion"]
@[member="Kira Liadain"]
@[member="Nyos Val"]
@[member="CC-117 Canal"]
@[member="Galaar CC-252"]
@[member="Voroll Dey Astaar"]
@[member="Zius Aurus"]
@[member="CC-935 Bluejay"]
@[member="Marek Starchaser"]

 

[Rusken Shaxx]

War... it never gets any easier. Neither side will ever truly win. Family members are lost, brothers and fathers are put six feet under to be remembered. Because no matter whose side you're fighting for, you'll be missed. You are, and will be forever cherished. Zius felt the roar and stopped doing everything at once to feel something he hadn't felt in such a long time....

Remorse.

He knew that what he did was ruthless; wrong, even. Time to fight on... he thought, time to show the galaxy what a murderer you are. He gripped his lightsaber firmly and jumped down into the hole, heading towards Calico with a gut feeling of something bitter and unsavory. The voices, they came back...

"Pitiful you... such a child. Cry for your family that you'll never see again, crawl into a bombed out home of an already deceased family and rot with the lot of them! Don't you see? You'll never be redeemed! You will always be the very definition of a hypocrite. You will never see the light of your own salvation... you will never know peace."

"That lightsaber in your hands... just slit your own damn throat already. You're filth, nothing. Kill yourself. DIE!"

Zius activated his helmet as he kept walking, ignoring the voices with all the pride he could muster; however, he couldn't help but remember his old life. The way things used to be when he could smile with sincerity and without it being about whatever guts he spilled. Where was home? Home didn't exist anymore. He didn't exist anymore, in a sense.

Buck up, move on. Be a soldier.

His red cybernetic eye pierced through the translucency of his helmet, finally reaching Calico within a short amount of time, placing a hand on his shoulder as he came up beside him, giving a slow and full singular nod.

"If it ends here, let's give them a bloodbath. No turning back."

Maybe he'd get to meet them some day. In another life. This could be the end, Zius. Who are you in this moment?


@Kallion
@Kira Liadain
@Nyos Val
@CC-117 Canal
@Galaar CC-252
@Voroll Dey Astaar
@[member="Commander Calico CC-247"]
@CC-935 Bluejay
@Marek Starchaser

 

[Corey's OOC]

Finally, he was hearing something from his crew. Well, the Clones, but they were his own. They were the people that kept him alive, and he was going to sure as hell keep them alive. Nodding to himself, he heard Calico over the comm. Ready to go, Marek? Of course he was.

This end of times thing was kind of tricky, but they would make it work. He picked up his pace, and soon found where the group was going to be. Hopping down into the cave, and using the Force to cushion his fall, he kept up after @[member="Zius Aurus"]. Friednly faces, that was something he needed to see. Nodding, he kept an eye open for anything he could shoot, or should shoot.

Finally, the Clones. Snapping off a quick salute to @[member="Commander Calico CC-247"], he nodded. “Whats the sitrep, Marshal?” Sure, it could be the end of times, but Marek was going to observe some circumstance here. He had his lightsaber, rifle, and slugthrower, he was armed, and he was ready. Now, where to?

@Kallion
@Kira Liadain
@Nyos Val
@CC-117 Canal
@Galaar CC-252
@Voroll Dey Astaar
@CC-935 Bluejay

 

[Sarah Frostlight]

Sara shook herself as she looked around, @[member="Commander Calico CC-247"] Err where did the room go? I suddenly have a splitting headache. Sarah got back up and looked around, finally looking up and noticed the ceiling several stories above, Oh I guess that explains it, and why I feel like I fell a ways. We did.

Sarah checked the status of her repeater, it seemed to be functional and still had a half charged cell, as she prepared to follow @[member="Commander Calico CC-247"] and the rest, I guess we better get moving. Calico you said there is someplace we are supposed to be?
I hope there are some more energy clips and munitions to restock.

@Kallion
@Kira Liadain
@Nyos Val
@CC-117 Canal
@Galaar CC-252
@Voroll Dey Astaar
@Commander Calico CC-247
@CC-935 Bluejay
@Marek Starchaser

 

[Galaar Tal'Verda]

Rebels - In the Tunnels

Galaar whistled and called his strill back as he ducked for cover as a green blaster bolt whizzed right past his un-helmeted face. He could feel the heat against his skin. Calico's orders began to fill his ears and head as he ducked back into cover. Thoughts buzzed in and through his head; everything seemed like an utter flurry. "I'll stay with the defense Ca'ika," he wheezed out, his lungs still battered from the earlier wound, "I'm kyrayc anyways..."

Shabala, is this how I'm going to die? On Mandalore in a last stand? No lover, no credits, no- Well... I have the strill. I atleast wanted one last haar'chak cup of caf though... "Just one more!" He shouted rather randomly, ducking out and firing another streak if blue laser fire at their attackers. He'd then looked at Marek, the only helmetless clone in the tunnel right now. "Well... We're being shot at, good enough sit-rep?"

Omega, Delta, Fox, Kath, Ion... I'll see you boys soon. I'll be back home soon, oya!

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@Kallion
@Kira Liadain
@Nyos Val
@CC-117 Canal
@Galaar CC-252
@Voroll Dey Astaar
@Zius Aurus
@CC-935 Bluejay
@Marek Starchaser

 

[Talon Vosra]

@[member="Arla Balor"]

"I'm Talon and I'm the last person your friends are going to expect helping you."

Talon looked at the armor and thought for a moment.

"You know Ordo...don't you?" He said finally recognizing her from the wedding reception.

'Great of all the Mando girls you could meet in hell you find an Ordo.' He thought.

"Are you armed can you shoot?" He asked in a hurry. "Because we have to go now!"

 

[Revenchent]

Rebels--Tunnel defense, yeah, that.

"That's a negative five-two. You're wounded ner'vod, and I won't leave my men. They can do it without us." Calico chided into the private communication link between himself and Galaar.


Things were rather...surreal at the moment. A flood of hostile dribbled out of the rocky maw in a sea of purple, gray, and black accompanied by a rainbow of laser-fire that illuminated the entire cavern. It was all mechanical now: the familiar smell of burning ozone, the crack of weapons discharging, the hum of lightsabers--not even the screams of those dying could break Calico's focus.


Yet, no matter how many times the soldier sent bouts of weapons fire back at the aggressors, they never seemed to lessen in number. The cavern was small, a choke point really, but the sheer number of mentally unstable warriors would overtake them rather soon. He slid down against the rock and set his back heavy up against it. If no one could bring an appropriate explosive solution--then he would himself.


"What the Master Sergeant said son! Hold 'em back, start shooting, keep your head down!" Calico snapped at Marek, more out of a desire to see the boy live than anything else. His measly rock cover was slowly chipping away, and a few seconds of exposure would likely cost him his life.


Slap the attachment there. That's it. Everyone is speaking with finality. They think they're going to die. They probably are going to die. I'm terrified too, but I have to keep them going. My responsibility, my people.


Calico held the 'Deece' steady in his hands. The lumpy cylindrical attachment over its muzzle primed up, ready to deliver a small explosive payload down the tunnel. Hopefully, that would be enough. He took a deep breath, and just as he was about to fire, a hand slapped unto his shoulder.


"You boys aren't dying yet, Zius. You're good lad, regardless of what people think of you. You're one of my own." He grunted back in a tone that said that-was-that. He shrugged the Dark Jedi's shoulder off, and grinned under his helmet. Despite the bruising, the pain aching to his very core, the sharp sense of worry and fear permeating throughout his mind, Calico stood up.


It only took half a second. Half a second for a blinding array of light to flash toward the exposed target, and half a second for that target to unleash a small glowing orb down across the tunnel. It impacted with the upper half of the tunnel: engulfing both the rock and a handful of the warriors below in white hot flames. The explosion was rather violent as rubble tumbled down and completely blocked the small tunnel. The cries of the dying Kursed could barely be heard under the deafening boom.


How many more of those tunnels are there? This one was a backwater way in....


Calico stumbled forward as his HUD flashed vibrantly across his vision. The lights gave the Commander a horrible headache and threatened to make his stomach churn. Ignore it. Ignore it. This isn't the time for a seizure. He stumbled to the right and set all his wait on one of the rocky walls. The 'Deece' was hanging loosely from his hands: his shields had failed, and even more scorch marks pocketed his armor. It hurt, it really did. His arms felt like they'd been held over a fire for far too long.


"Alright!- He paused to compose himself. Wow, that hurt. "That's tunnel number one boys! These di'kuts want to put down our resistance friends. Now, are we going to let that happen?!" The Commander spoke over his loudspeaker, letting it echo off the walls. "I say not! Whatever is happening outside, the resistance is trying to stop it. I imagine there are many more tunnels like this, and much bigger."

I hope Kira doesn't take me up on that dance offer. I'm about as agile as a ronto.


"I know none of you signed up for anything like this. I know we're all confused, but freedom is our cause, and this resistance is the only vestige of free space that we know of. If you want to stand down and wait it out, be my guest. I will think no lesser of you." He paused to take a long breath. The arms would need to be treated later. "For those of you that want to fight alongside your brothers, stand with me! We will hold these tunnels and keep the nasty di'kuts out until the resistance finishes its job."

He finally pushed off the wall and slipped the DC-17 into its holster next to the DC-15s. "Let me know now."



@[member="Kallion"]
@[member="Nyos Val"]
@[member="CC-117 Canal"]
@[member="Galaar CC-252"]
@[member="Voroll Dey Astaar"]
@Commander Calico CC-247
@[member="CC-935 Bluejay"]
@[member="Marek Starchaser"]
@[member="Zius Aurus"]

 

[Corey's OOC]

Son of a sith! Marek shook his head. Right, focusing, battle. Guns. Go. Ready? Yes. He flinched when Calico snapped the order. He did know one thing from the leader of the CIS forces. When he spoke, you listened. Getting behind the wall, Marek shook the cobwebs from his head. Really, that happened? He was getting slow. What was going on here?

He brought his slugthrower up to the ready. Time to take the fight to the enemy now. Someone was pointing him in the direction. He could pull out his lightsaber, but now wasn’t the time. If the horde got closer, he’d be all for it. Glancing to the Clones, he knew that this was the safe zone. Where there was the Dread Guard, there was victory. Reaching out to the Force, he was doing his best to reach all the ones he could on his side. They were going to win, and they needed to know that.

The powers that were here were going to prove that.

Marek got to firing shots off, grabbing the bullets and curving them. He was learning pretty quick that if he fired in on direction, at one target and moved the bullets from that trajectory, and INTO his foes, it seemed to work to make sure he could knock them down.

The Crusader now had the Crusade, the Last Crusade. Defend the Mandalore, save the galaxy. Was that it? It seemed almost too simple. And there was someone else who was ready to be here and defend it. They were not going to go quietly. “This tunnel’s not going to fall!”

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@Nyos Val
@CC-117 Canal
@Galaar CC-252
@Voroll Dey Astaar
@[member="Commander Calico CC-247"]
@CC-935 Bluejay
@Marek Starchaser
@Zius Aurus